For me, the big theme is coercion. The spanker is in a position of authority over the spankee, and forces or manipulates him/her into submission by some means. My favorite scenarios are the ones where the spanker is enjoying it from the beginning, while the spankee starts out unwilling but gradually comes to like and even crave it.
Being a 50/50 switch, I'll give you a favorite of mine from each angle.
My favorite dominant fantasy is to be a stalker. There's a beautiful, innocent girl without that much sexual experience, who's insecure about herself and doesn't think she's attractive. I watch her from afar without her knowing, learning things about her, piecing together her personality and history based on my observations. One evening, as she prepares to go to sleep, I sneak into her apartment, face obscured by a mask, and creep up to her bed. She's either changing, just came out of the shower, or (for some extra spice) watching/reading smut on her laptop. I grab her from behind, put a forceful hand over her mouth, and whisper into her ear in no uncertain terms that tonight, she belongs to me.
She struggles of course, trying to break free and scream for help, but I'm stronger. After securely binding and gagging her, I give her a gentle massage, surprising her with the unexpected softness and sensuality. As I probe around her body and whisper to her about how sexy she is and all the dirty things that I'm going to do to prove it, she starts getting aroused (though she is ashamed of it and wants herself to stop). Finally, when she's very wet and started to become willing, I tell her that before anything else, she's going to get a spanking. At this news, she changes her mind again, and starts struggling and straining to shout through the gag. Unconcerned with her complaints, I pull her over my lap, pull down her PJ bottoms and underwear, and turn her chubby, bare bottom red with my hand. I alternate between slow, sensual spanking, with plenty of rubbing and fondling in between smacks that makes her start to purr and settle down despite herself, and hard, fast volleys of merciless slaps that make her struggle and kick against her bonds. Every once in a while, I stop for a moment to softly place a finger against her vagina to gauge wetness; its a very positive trend.
By the time I stop, she's trembling and moaning to herself, and I offer to remove her bindings as long as she promises not to try to escape. She nods weakly, and I do so...only to then tell her to get her hairbrush from the top of the dresser. Her eyes widen and she reaches for the gag, but I grab her before she can and tell her that if she doesn't, I'll just tie her again and paddle her for the rest of the night. Eyes almost tearful with humiliation and trepidation, she reluctantly hands me the brush, and I take her back across my lap. Holding her hands in place with my left arm, I give her a no-holds-barred bare bottomed hairbrush spanking that brings her to tears and makes her struggle even harder than before. Over the course of several minutes, I spank the will to resist out of her, until there's nothing left but submission and sexual arousal in the girl. When her buns are pure crimson, I rub some aloe vera on her bottom and pet her for a minute, telling her she's been a good slave. Just to prove what I nice guy I am, I take off my mask, stand her on her head, and give her some upside-down cunnilingus that makes her scream against the gag again, but this time not from pain. I finally take off the gag, and she jumps me before I can even command her to.
We spend the night engaged in various adult pastimes, interspersed with cuddling and whispered conversation. She'll tell me all sorts of things about herself, most of which I already knew. She tells me about her self-doubts and insecurities, and I tell her why she shouldn't worry about them, which makes her blush. Sometimes she'll try and question me back, but receive only a volley of hard slaps on the butt for her trouble. When dawn approaches, I'll take her back over my lap and give her another hairbrush spanking, turning her still cherry-red bottom a color that approaches purple. And then, I'll be gone. No goodbyes or explanation. If she ever sees me again, it won't be when she's expecting it. If I come back repeatedly, she'll start to live in simultaneous fear and love of me.
My favorite submissive fantasy is to be a domestic slave. It starts innocently enough, when an attractive, older woman enters my life in some authoritative capacity (she can be a landlady, an employer, a professor, etc. More often than any other permutation, I'm her housekeeper). For my first couple weeks of being around her, she seems perfectly normal, if a little overly friendly. She's always giving me snacks and asking me about my day and how my life is going and if I have any girlfriends, and I enjoy her company. I learn through these conversations that she's forty-something, a widow, and mildly eccentric. I notice her checking me out sometimes and feel a little flattered at the attention, but I don't think anything of it, even when she gives my bottom a playful smack when we're talking once.
A few weeks in, she calls me to her office/living room/etc and tells me we need to have a serious conversation. Sitting serenely in place, she tells me in a voice that's somehow both stern and amused that my performance has been inadequate. Maybe my rent was a few days late, or a test/paper got a failing grade, or she found a dead mouse in her bedroom. At any rate, she informs me that my failings on the job call for action on her part, and that I can either comply, or lose a job/grade/apartment. I'm very taken aback at this; even if my performance hasn't been perfect, its definitely been at least decent. Nervously, I ask her what she wants to do. Without any sign of shame or reservation, she looks me in the eyes and tells me that she's going to pull me over her lap and give me a long, hard, bare-bottomed spanking with a wooden hairbrush. I laugh, thinking this is a joke, but she makes it clear that she is utterly serious. I tell her that I can easily find another job or place to live, but then she pulls out the trump card; she's found some way to blackmail me. An embarrassing secret of mine that could be made public, a drug infraction that could cost me my campus housing, etc. She repeats that I'm going to get a spanking from her today, and that it doesn't matter if I like it or not. For a long, dreadful moment, I realize I've been totally outmaneuvered. She was taking me in from the beginning, learning more about me so that she could put me in this position. With incredible outrage, fear, and reluctance, I look at the ground and very slowly and quietly agree to do whatever she says. Soon, all of my clothes are off, and I'm lying across her lap in an armless chair. She plays with my buns for a moment before beginning the spanking, telling me how bad I've been and how she's been left with no choice, though she's very clearly enjoying herself. I grit my teeth and bear it, so humiliated and outraged that I don't even notice at first that I'm getting hard. Then, before I realize it, she's spanking me with her hand, harder and faster than I'd have ever expected, while still telling me how unforgivably naughty I've been and insisting that spanking me is the only way to deal with this disgrace. She slaps my butt for several minutes, by which point I'm in a lot of pain and have almost forgotten about the hairbrush. She then picks up the wooden brush, and sets my bottom completely on fire. I struggle and wail. She holds me down. I might be physically stronger than her, but whenever I'm about to break free she reminds me that resistance will have life-ruining consequences. By the time she's done, I'm in tears.
She then stands me up in front of her, so that my crotch is right in front of her, grabs my burning buttocks in her hands, and, without a word of explanation, pulls my penis to her lips and begins to suck. I'm too dazed to make any sense of this situation as she brings me nearly to orgasm, but stops just short. Standing up, she pulls off her skirt, bends over a piece of furniture, and tells me to fuck her, or else. Not sure WHAT exactly I'm feeling at this point, I comply.
From that point on, I'm her sort-of-but-not-really-willing slave. A few days later, I get another spanking, not for any reason at all, and this time without sex as a reward (though she might force me to get her off with my hands or mouth). She gradually explains to me that, though her looks and wealth would make getting boyfriends or playmates of any age a simple matter, her lifelong fantasy has been to have a TRULY unwilling boy toy who is forced to serve her; roleplay isn't good enough. And now, I will indulge her. She makes me do all manner of things. I continue to be her employee/tennant/student, and she spanks me for discipline as well as pleasure. She brings me to social events as her escort, and spanks me ruthlessly after hours if I misbehave or embarrass her in any way. She makes me do all her housework, shop for her, feed her pets, gives me almost no free time. She plays elaborate headgames with me. And yet, she remains likable, an interesting conversationist, appreciates me, and gives me genuine affection and gentleness when she's not in a Cruel Mistress mood. At some point, she starts inviting over her friends (who, what do you know, are ALSO attractive, older women) and loaning me out to them, for spankings and whatever else they feel like making me do. Eventually, she arranges for me to move in with her, and I remain her pampered, beloved, and abused slave until she releases me, years later. We stay in touch.
So yeah, that's my #1 from the dom and sub lists. I have plenty more, but those are my favorites. Oddly, these are two scenarios I have NOT yet written stories about, but I plan to in the near future. |
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